...a lurker pokes his head out...
I am sending along a rather unique fan-fic
and I need to make more than the usual disclaimers.
This was written by a very unique four-year-old
(WAIT!! before you hit the delete key!! please listen for
She has been raised on a diet of fan-fic
and in an environment full of words and literature. She is
a die-hard Gambit fan with a great love for Siku (wonder why
She told me a few days ago that she had
a story to tell. As I quite often do, I recorded it and transcribed
it. I also felt it was worthy of a wider exposure, so I cleaned
up the grammar, added a little here, condensed a little there...
but the story is all hers! And with a minimum of bias I have
to say that it is actually pretty good!
Continuity?? well, it is set in 'the world
as it should be' (as are the imaginings of most four-year-olds).
Gambit was never abandoned... the mansion was never destroyed...
just take it from there.
Archiving and feedback?? If anyone
wants to archive it PLEASE do!! It will be the highlight of
her young life (I'll even do the HTML for it). Just tell us
so she can see it and show it off. Feedback??!! Please!! It
gets mentioned a lot about 'watering' writers... well, here
is a chance to water a seedling. Who knows what she can become
if she's encouraged while she's young! She knows I am sending
this and promises to write to everyone who writes to her!
Thanks for reading! Thanks in advance
for any feedback! Enjoy!
**Standard Disclaimer** All characters
belong to Marvel and, no, we didn't ask permission to use
them. No money is being made and it would look really bad
to sue a four-year-old.
It was a special night. An anniversary. Remy had been making
special plans for months. He was very excited about what he
was going to do, but he was also sad. He wondered if anyone
else knew what today was. He wondered if anyone cared.
"It don' matter," he told himself as he crept out
of his window and passed the security to the boathouse, "I'm
doin' dis for me."
He was remembering as he sneaked from room to room. Carefully
visiting everyone in the Mansion. He remembered his special
Stormy and how scared he was to let her go with these strangers.
He remembered the others being scared of him and not trusting
him. He had been surprised when they asked him to stay. It
was the second happiest day of his life.
Gambit knew he did some bad things in the past. He remembered
them all as he slipped out of Jubilee's bedroom and headed
for Rogue's. It hurt him a lot to remember, but if he stopped
then he might make the same mistakes again. He didn't want
that to happen!
He smiled as he finished his work in Storm's loft and headed
for Wolverine's room. He had left Wolverine for last because
he was the one who would probably wake up and catch him. All
the others had slept through his visits.
Now he was thinking about his time as an X-man. How much
good he had done, how much mroe he liked himself and how much
he loved his family, even when they were mean to him. It hurt
his feelings when they didn't trust him. It really hurt when
Scott yelled at him for all his late night trips. Maybe in
the morning Scott would understand where he had been going.
Remmy stopped on the back lawn and finally breathed. He couldn't
believe he had done his work without waking Logan. He said
a prayer of thanks to the Dragon(1) and slipped very quietly
back into his bedroom. He looked at the clock... 5:10. It
had taken him all night to get everything ready. He was both
scared and excited to think of what everyone would feel when
they started to get up in a few hours. He decided he may as
well try and sleep. He had spent a lot of money setting up
for today, but that meant nothing compared to the time and
the love he had put into each detail. He fell asleep for the
first time in a long time with a smile on his face.
Logan was the first to wake up. He sniffed the air in confusion
and looked around his room warily. Someone had been there
and he was prepared to attack if they were stupid enough to
still be close by. It took him a few moments to notice the
objects laying just below his window. He looked closely at
the ancient sword carefully arranged over a beautiful, hand-woven
prayer mat. He sniffed the air again and smiled as he picked
up the sword and held it to the light.
Scott was the next to wake. Moaning as he turned off his
alarm and rolled out of bed. He had a reputation as a morning
person, and as leader he felt it was his duty to set a good
example, but secretly he hated getting up so
early! He was walking around the bed heading for the bathroom
when he tripped over a large, wooden object at the foot of
the bed. His cry and swearing woke Jean up and she crawled
across the bed to see her husband sitting on the floor beside
a beautifully carved, wooden cradle. They exchanged a glance.
Who could know??!! I only told you yesterday! Scott
ran a hand over the lovingly sanded wood as the two of them
tried to figure it out.
Jubilee woke up to the music of her clock radio, muttering
about early morning Danger Room practices and grumpy grown-ups.
As soon as she focused her eyes she saw the poster hung carefully
on her wall. She scrambled out of bed to get a better look
and her squeal was loud enough to wake the rest of the house
when she saw the personal messages to her from each of the
'Back Street Boys'.
Warren woke, stretching his wings, thinking about the joy
he would feel as soon as they lifted him off the ground. A
fluttering in his window drew his attention and he walked
over to examine the dreamcatcher hanging there. A piece of
paper taped to the window frame explained its meaning and
that of the eagle feather (found, not taken from a hunted
bird). Warren had to sit down on his bed for a few minutes
and collect himself before he was ready to face anyone.
The Professor woke with a start! A soft bit of fluff was
tapping against his nose. He opened his eyes and followed
the black fluff over until it met with a bigger ball of black
and white fluff. He blinked and decided he was still dreaming,
but the tiny paw and quiet purr convinced him that the little
kitten was very real. Then he noticed the red ribbon around
her neck and the food dishes, litter box, food and toys set
up on the corner. He picked her up and sighed happily, starting
to try out names for his newfound friend.
Beast headed back to his room for a shower and some fresh
clothes after a night spent in the lab. He stopped in shock
as he saw a set of very old medical instruments laid out neatly
on his bed along with a complete set of medical books from
the early 1800's. In a second he was hanging from his ceiling
fan and deep in one of the books. He forgot all about showering
and changing clothes. He even forgot about breakfast!
Bobby woke up trying to figure out what was different. He
stood up and stretched and looked around. Nothing looked different,
but something was! He just couldn't put his finger on it.
Suddenly it hit him! The room was COLD! he looked around for
a reason and found a few snips of wire on the floor. He followed
the trail to the air conditioning controls and read the small
sign that had mysteriously appeared as he slept. It told him
the system had been rewired and he could have it as cold as
0 degrees C (thats 32 degrees F for our american friends)
without it affecting the rest of the house in any significant
way. Bobby grinned and danced into the bathroom to treat himself
to an ice-cold shower.
Rogue woke up slowly, the way she liked it. She stretched
and wiggled like a cat. As she rolled over she found a beautiful
bracelet and a typed letter beside her on the pillow. She
touched the bracelet and the large, blue stome in it as she
read the letter.
"This bracelet was created for you. On the underside
of the crystal is an activation switch. When you turn it on
and wear it, it will let you touch someone without harm for
about five minutes at a time. It isn't perfect, but it is
Rogue gasped and put the bracelet on her wrist. It was a
perfect fit. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry or shout
for joy. Part of her was afraid to try it and the other part
could hardly wait to find someone and test it out!
Storm opened her eyes to an amazing site! Her room seemed
filled with rainbows and light! The walls, furniture, ceiling,
even her body were covered in shimmering, changing prisms.
She sat back in bed, just letting the beautiful scene wash
over her. Finally she got up to find out what was causing
it. From all the plants filling her room, someone had carefully
hung 2000 tiny crystals of all shapes and colours. In the
morning sun they made her room come alive with colour and
they made her room seem like a very safe and magical place.
She sang to herself and to her plants as she got dressed,
wishing she could take the beauty of the sight with her.
Everyone met in the kitchen, exchanging stories and asking
questions. Remy stood just outside the room listening, the
same as he had on this very day what seemed like a lifetime
ago. This time with a huge smile on his face.
It took them a while to notice him watching... except for
Logan, but all he did was sniff the air and wink and smile.
(1) This reflects Cara's spirituality. She believes in Dragons
the way others believe in god/goddess and angels. She is firmly
convinces this is Gambit's religion too!
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